It is already 6pm
And i'm on my way home.
I can feel that someone is following me.
But i just shrugged it off.
Later on, i can see a guy
Standing under the shade of the post.
He's not that far from me.
And i'm a little bit scared.
Looks like he is drunk.
I was about too pass over him
But he called me.
'You look *hik* like an ice *hik* cream
I want to *hik* lick you.'
Inch is the unit for me to describe
How near he is.
Is this the end?
Maybe yes.
I just closed my eyes
And covered my ears.
But minutes had been passed,
And nothing happened.
I opened my eyes,
And i saw a man
laying down on the floor.
'Are you okay?'
I was startled after hearing that familiar voice.
I didn't answer him.
He's one of them.
I stood up and ran away from him.
Don't trust him, he's one of them.
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Short StoryPistanthrophobia; fear of trusting people due to bad experiences Highest rank #207 IN POETRY 18/01/03 Pistanthropbia is now translated in Arabic! Check it in @NANN99's profile Date Started: May 27, 2017 Date Ended: May 29, 2017